I am a 25 yo soldier for the Nederlands, the ship has been at sea for the past 4 months and we’re arriving on the shores of the East African coast for the Dutch East Indies company. My jewish captain, Captain Cohen is a slave trader and looking for more negros for the New World colonies. I’m just here to earn a living and support my wife and kids back in the mother land. My testosterone is is raging inside me, my level of aggression is so high. I’m so glad we’re arriving.
We trek through the the wilderness with our group of about 30 men. For about 2 days of walking, we aren’t too far now. All armed with rifles and swords. We come across the tribe and it’s a very green and fertile land. There is smoke lingering over the bushes and the sounds of woman talking in a foreign language. We make it inside. It is massive, there are tall buildings and huts as far as the eye can see. This must be a city. Our presence is now known. Everyone scatters and tall dark men come out with spears, yelling at us. There’s a tense stand off. Rifles aimed and spears pointed. This last for a few minutes until the tribe leader comes out. His men lower their weapons and so do we. The Captain Cohen greets him enthusiastically in their language. Their is an exchange of smiles from both of them….